Destinations: Pool of Midnight

Dream Destinations….

Swam we two – the pool of midnight stretched before us, shimmering strangely –

Slowly through the vale Atlantic, shining waters, care of Neptune.

Swam we to the graceful daughters – each would rake the moon’s reflection –

so we felt in peeling sections waves, and reached our destination.

All before,  The dreaming Aeons, or behind, the streams of age.

As above the angels reckoned; those beneath – the mermaids – played.

Down below the crystal palace sparkled in the midnight sun, bright,

Colours of the whole reflection, like a rainbow, mirrored soul light.

Say one’s secret name, the mermaids – or the spirits of the ether –

Whispered on the wind. will one day this be crowned:  The vision;  Keter.